Gibbs has been fishing all his life. he's always really enjoyed the feel on being on a nice little sail boat alone in the middle of a lake, it's really relaxing, peaceful, with the nice breeze. he still remembers being a boy, building a couple boats with his father, going fishing every weekend, he's done it ever since whenever he gets the time. so of course he's having a very nice time on a very early Sunday morning, the sun hasn't even come up fully yet, only the early morning glow of it, where it's light but dim, with a couple orange rays of sun already on the trees. the nice deep water, the lonely lake that he's quite new to, he's only been here a few times, but it seems like a good fishing place as far as he's been able to tell, though some places on the lake seem quite rocky. it's quiet except birds chirping, the wind whistling occasionally.